Save Me

My prince where 'art thou? I want you at my window right now. Me and you in t-shirts and jeans. I wish for you to protect me by all means. Will you save me? My Lord, My Savior. I feel no love down here, well at least not anymore All I think about is walking right out that door. Will you save me? A smile crosses my face as the pain serges through my arm. All I know how to do is harm. I destroy everything happy in my life. Why do I try to resolve everthing with a knife? Will I save me?

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